"Come back if you dare," the voice of the Realm Spirit, still mimicking the gentle melody of Freya, crackled with a childish, impotent rage.
"Why should I?" Sunny's projection replied, his tone laced with a cold, amusement. He had already seen everything he needed to. "You are not sincere. You are not even willing to reveal your true self."
"What… what are you talking about?" The voice lost its arrogance, replaced by a flicker of genuine panic.
"You know what I am talking about," Sunny said, his words a slow, deliberate dissection of her lie. "I was there when your master created this realm."
"No! You're lying! I was always with Master! I have never seen you with her!" the spirit shrieked.
"You only gained consciousness a century ago," Sunny stated, the simple fact a hammer blow to her entire facade. "So how could you have always been with Freya?"
